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Aftermath
You were never so beautiful,
Than in the aftermath,
When you did not know,
That I was looking at you,
Cleaning away the stains,
From the fluids that flowed,
In our frenzy of passion,
When the words that we spoke,
Clawed at each others ears,
And hung in the air,
Staining it, like the bed linen,
And the matted pubic hair.
Than in the aftermath,
When you did not know,
That I was looking at you,
Cleaning away the stains,
From the fluids that flowed,
In our frenzy of passion,
When the words that we spoke,
Clawed at each others ears,
And hung in the air,
Staining it, like the bed linen,
And the matted pubic hair.
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